There will be a day when time gives way,
When heaven opens in Gods own day,
No more delay nor shadow of night,
Every soul revealed in heaven’s light,
Books are open before the throne,
Nothing hidden nothing unknown,
Every word and every deed,
Every thought and every seed,
And another book is open wide,
Where the names of the faithful abide,
Written not with ink that fades,
But by grace that never decays.
Do you remember the path you chose,
The silent prayers that no one knows,
The times you walked when none could see,
The quiet battles on your knees,
Every tear that fell in pain,
He has kept them all in love,
Not one moment lost above,
But one question remains that day,
When earth and heaven pass away.
The book of life, is your name written there,
Oh my brother, my sister,
Is your name written there,
When the roll is called in heaven,
Will your voice answer clear,
The book of life, is your name written there?
Many will say Lord we knew your name,
We preached, we prayed, we spoke your fame,
But He will say with sorrow true,
I never truly dwelt in you,
Not by works, nor outward show,
But a heart transformed below,
A life made new by grace alone,
And faith that clings to Christ the throne.
Nothing unclean shall enter in,
No cherished love for hidden sin,
Only those washed white as snow,
Will see the gates of glory, glory.
There is a fountain flowing still,
At Calvary’s cross on that lonely hill,
Where every name may yet be sealed,
Where every wounded heart is healed.
Whosoever will they come,
The call of mercy still goes on,
Before that final trumpet sound,
Before the King in clouds is found.
The book of life, is your name written there,
Oh my brother, my sister,
Is your name written there,
When the roll is called in heaven,
Will your voice answer clear,
The book of life, is your name written there?
When the dead in Christ shall rise,
And the living change before our eyes,
In a moment, in a breath, victory triumphs over death,
Then reveal what heaven has done.
Judgment finished, victory won,
And those not found within that book,
Have lost the life they never took,
But for the saints oh what a day,
Tears forever wiped away,
No more sorrow, no more pain,
No more death, no more shame.
Enter in, the Master calls,
To the faithful great and small,
A crown of life for all so white,
Eternal joy and endless life.
So search your heart while mercy pleads,
While Grace still comes, while Jesus leads,
Do not delay, do not pretend, for time is short it soon will end.
Examine yourselves the Spirit cries,
Let truth awaken blinded eyes,
Blessed are those whose persevere,
And keep the faith till He appears.
The book of life is your name written there,
Oh my brother, my sister,
Is your name written there,
When the roll is called in heaven,
Will your voice answer clear,
The book of life, is your name written there?
Is it written, is it seen, by the blood that makes you healed. When the King appears in air, will He find your name written there?
And whoever was not found written in the book of life, was cast into the lake of fire.
But today, your name can still be written there!
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